I haven’t had a drop of anything caffeinated since the fascinating brush with the new pain chart last week won me an all-expenses-NOT-paid trip to the ER via ambulance last week. It was a hard decision.
I had been drinking the occasional energy drink on the weekends, because I wanted something sweet and cold, instead of hot. (Not that big a deal – they’re loaded with chemical stimulants, anyway…)
The Diet Coke is now officially history. (ditto – chemical shit-storm, anyone?)
But the coffee & cream in the AM?
Gawd, I miss my coffee…
Oddly enough, it’s not missed nearly as much when I walk as when I drive in to work. The fresh air, exercise, and sunshine must be fully waking me up so I don’t NEED my coffee in those mornings…but when I end up having to drive in to work, I feel my ass just a-draggin all day long.
I have to wave valiantly to you, my dark, hot, creamy & sweet (thanks to some Torani syrups) lover…but the romance is over. Maybe you and Catherine’s Clothing Stores can get together?
Now what am I gonna do with my funny coffee cup collection?